There were bad decisions made that fateful night in 2010, right TMO?
The last time Blondie and I went camping, biblical rain showers mixed with a shallow bowl-shaped campsite caused our little haven beneath the trees to become a giant pain in my swamp-ass. That next morning, after a near-mutinous and soggy night, we packed up everything in silence and, upon arrival at our place in the city, we deposited the sodden muddy fabric of our camping kit directly into the dumpster. That, according to Blondie, was the end of that BS – no more sleeping on the ground – that was Summer 2010.
Since then, our many outdoor ventures together have been cabin or lodge based – usually near a bar – and that seems to suit us both as we like a bit of pampering and a stiff drink after a day of adventuring (who doesn’t?). Our most recent trip to Big Sur was, however, a departure from the norm in that we were going to get back into a tent, but this time a tent with a bed and lights and a sink with fresh running water. Yes, we decided to give glamping a try. Ech! Personally, I cannot stand the moniker “glamping” as it implies that this old mountain man has gone soft, but in reality it is a cloth cabin with a comfortable bed that is great after a long day of being outdoors. Depending on the campground, you still get to do all the fun campfire stuff, you still need to be vigilant about forest creatures running off with the Doritos (seriously, guard those chips), and, in our case, you still get to be nestled into a mountain niche under a tall stand of coastal redwoods, but you get to do it all with comfort and style and there is absolutely nothing wrong with comfort and style.
Please read on to find out more about our first foray into the luxe-camping life and check out all of the pretty photographs that I made for you… Continue reading
Chek Lap Kok Airport, Hong Kong
Recently, Blondie and I were lucky enough to get back to China for a quick ten-day trip. Despite all of the trade wars, real wars, and so-called bad feelings between the US and our friends in the East, we were welcomed into the country as warmly as ever. Click through to read more about our trip and peep a few pretty pictures…
Mmm, so blue.
Once again we braved airports, planes the size of VW Beetles, and a boat ride to arrive on Coco Plum Island Resort (who is not paying for this post), a 16 acre speck of an island just off the coast of Dangriga Town, Belize. The resort is home to 18 cabanas of varying sizes, one over-water bungalow, a main office/restaurant/bar area, and a dormitory area for the workers. Other than that there are some hearty trees, sand, sun, the occasional water bird swooping in to say hey, and two resident crocodiles (one of which is named Rebecca). The resort is small, simple, and perfect. Continue reading
As always, click the pic to make it large. Resolution is at 50% to deter theft. Full Resolution shots are always available for sale.
Ah, springtime in Dallas. One day it is 89 degrees and the next it is 32. Naturally, we arrived on one of the coldest April weekends Dallas has seen in quite some time. But, being people who aren’t easily daunted (one must never be daunted) we did our best to make the weekend successful – and by successful, I mean that we got re-acquainted with our favorite bartenders and ate a lot of food and bitched about how cold it was.
My office for four days.
Once the chill of the weekend had passed I was able to get quite a bit of work done just west of Downtown Dallas in the Trinity River Reservation as well as one day shooting a parking garage downtown – I chose to work down near the river because now that the flood waters have receded and the grasses mowed it is a great place to search out weird wading birds and be mostly alone in a metro area that appears to be trying for an urban sprawl record. As is usually the case I worked alone except for the day shooting the parking garage with my photo partner, Luci.
Below are a few of the keepers that I made – keep in mind that in the four days I spent down there I walked over 40 miles and took 500+ photos, most of which were absolute and complete shit. However, any day making crap photos out in the wide open spaces is better than, well, damn near everything. Enjoy!
Bengaluru, formerly known as Bangalore, is indeed a beautiful mess. Our visit last November was my first introduction to India and I must say that it wasn’t a good first impression. Blondie was there to attend a conference so, naturally, I tagged along, but I wasn’t ready for the full-frontal assault on my senses. The first thing I noticed was the traffic – millions of cars, auto-rickshaws, scooters, trucks, and buses going somewhere fast – all the while laying on their horns using them as part warning and part bat-like sonar. The second thing I noticed was that there were people everywhere. Bengaluru has a population of nearly nine million people and apparently none of them like to stay at home. Thirdly, and I say this not as an insult but more of as an observation, the city has a dire waste management issue as well as a number of other infrastructure problems, but I won’t get into all of them here. There are piles of trash of varying sizes and consistencies all over the city. Someone told me that occasionally the trash piles spontaneously combust, which must be a solid gold drag for the people who live near them. Lastly, one is never truly ready for their first encounter with a gigantic cow ambling down a crowded city sidewalk or the amount of stray street dogs giving you the stink eye – every time I encountered dogs I either felt bad, like I was sitting through one of those Sarah McLachlan animal cruelty commercials, or I felt like they were sizing me up as a possible meal. Continue reading